As of Friday at noonish, nothing at the 2009 Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival has happened the way I've expected it to. Or the way I've thought it should've gone. Or the way Triumph the Insult Comic Dog thought it would either, for that matter.No surprise that there are lines for everything, but they are incredibly long. An hour and a half to pick up tickets at the will call location, which was manned by a single person handling every writer, photographer, videographer and blogger with the gall
Music aside, one big part of the fun at Bonnaroo is just experiencing the interaction of strangers who would never have anything to do with each other outside of such a frenzied environment. This is true everywhere, from the open-air drug markets along "Shakedown Street" to the campgrounds to the sweaty, greasy crowds packed like 50,000 tripping, writhing anchovies around the enormous What Stage. It's even true during the relatively controlled environment of a press conference--like one that fea
